Artemis Pov

The old hag was smiling. His skin on hers wanted to make me plunge a punch to that mouth of his and wipe out all those smiles and the remains of his teeth. I seared within, contending myself when what I wanted to do was very much create damage to his physique.

Her arm was interlocked with his as we walked down the open tracked field. I like to think that his skin smearing hers was filthy. She was an epitome of pure bliss, emphasis on the ‘pure,’ she was too good for her own ...